Boxer-Engine, Turbo Boost


The high octane rush of speed
blazing at a million miles an hour
On the straightest road under a cloudless sky
High-beams inching only slightly faster than their source
Illuminating the empty infinty beyond.

There is no danger mind you
Here there is total control.
A sensation stretching from the foot,
mashing the pedal to the floor,
all the way to the fingertops,
white-knuckingly keeping the whole thing on course.

Wind rushing all about,
sucking every unsecured article in a whirl-wind.
Whipping the whole interior into a frenzy of activity.

A wide-eyed, unblinking concentration,
reading the the rpm's as they whistle through gears.
At 6000 the whole beast roars
at it's full turbo-enduced breakneck speed.
10 turns of the engine every second.
A cylinder firing every quarter second,

And the whole body feels it.
It senses it, a whole interconnectiveness,
knowing nothing will fail.

And then the turns,
oh the turns.
Tread blocks screeching for grip.
Total Grip.
Every move of the wheel,
perfectly orchestrated, keeping the vehicle,
the body,
the soul,
in the zone.